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Outtake: Megan

New York Presbyterian Hospital

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm your Daddy."

Peeta Mellark looked down at the newborn wrapped in the soft cashmere blanket. Small bits of dark curls sprung from underneath her pink cap and as he reached down to caress her cheek, his daughter's pink lips opened in a large yawn.

"How could she be so little and make me feel like I was shitting a brick?" Katniss asked tiredly as she cradled their daughter. She gazed at her, eyes full of adoration. "You're not nearly as funny looking as other babies." Katniss winked at the man standing next to her bed. "When our girl grows up, she's going to be one of the hot chicks."

"Daddy's so getting a gun," Peeta cooed as he leaned down to kiss the baby's forehead. His eyes went to Katniss. "Still got your bow and arrows?"

She nodded earnestly.

"Her prom date is fucked," Katniss responded with a grin. "I'm kind of hoping that she ends up with Ben, though. I mean they're not that related and Haymitch would be thrilled if we were in-laws."

Peeta smirked at the obvious lack of truth in the statement.

"Sir." They turned to look at the police officer standing awkwardly in the doorway. "Time is up."

"Be sure to call Johanna so she can post bail," he told Katniss before kissing her softly. "Love you."

Her hand reached to push his usually kempt hair from his face. "Love you back." She looked down at their sleeping daughter before meeting Peeta's eyes. "Don't drop the soap."

Her husband chuckled before turning to the officer and holding his wrists out. "I surrender."

The mocha-skinned officer suppressed a smile and shook his head before having Peeta turn around to put the handcuffs onto his wrists.

"Peeta Mellark, you are under arrest for assaulting a police officer and resisting arrest. You have the right to remain silent when questioned. Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law…"

Six hours earlier…

"This child is never coming out!" Katniss said as they walked through Central Park. She looked down at her large belly in irritation. "GET OUT OF ME!"

Beside the couple, a little girl walking with her mother began to cry.

Peeta turned to the little girl. "Sorry, sweetheart. She's not yelling at you."

The girl only cried harder and her mother glared at Peeta, flipping him off as she led her daughter away.

"WELL YOU TOO, LADY!" Peeta yelled to the two.

He turned to Katniss, who was rubbing her belly, ripe with their daughter—their week overdue daughter.

She met his eyes, an anguished expression on her pretty face. "She's never coming out! At this point, our kid is going to be receiving college correspondence in my uterus." Pouting at him, Katniss let out a small growl. "What am I doing wrong?"

Putting an arm around her, Peeta led her down the small road and towards a stone bridge so that they could talk in privacy. They had done everything to get their daughter out—hot food, castor oil, continuous walking, but nothing was happening.

Their girl was just as stubborn as her mother.

"You just gave her such a good home," he told Katniss. "Now, she doesn't want to come out of you."

She looked at him incredulously. "That is fucking bullshit."

"Your obstetrician said that she would induce you if we didn't get her out in two days," he promised.

As they found themselves under the stone bridge, Peeta pulled her close as his mind reflected on the last few months. They had only been engaged for a month when the stick turned pink and they had found themselves with child.

It had been a big surprise to them both.

However Haymitch, Johanna's husband, pointed out that they weren't very responsible when it came to doing the dirty as previous experience had shown.

Yes, Peeta hadn't always remembered to wear a condom and Katniss wasn't always completely diligent with taking her birth control pills…but, he didn't have to be so mean about it.

"Maybe if I pinch my nose and you blow into my mouth, she'll just shoot right out—like a cannonball," Katniss suggested eagerly.

He gave her a light smile. "I don't think that will work and it will probably hurt more than you think."

"At least I'm trying to think of suggestions." Katniss crossed her arms and glared at him petulantly. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she approached Peeta, her lips curved into a beautiful smile. "We could try the other thing…"

Peeta shook his head. "No. Absolutely not."

As Katniss moved in closer, he found himself backing into a wall. "Come on, Peeta. Stop being a little wuss and give me the ol' pickle tickle," she told him easily. "I know it will work! All the second-time mommies said so at that one parenting class that we managed to attend."

"I am not having sex with you," he told her bluntly, "And it's not a pickle—it's a gherkin. The really long ones."

"Of course, sweetheart," Katniss cooed as her mouth went to his neck and all the blood from his head rushed to his cock. Her hand caressed him through his jeans and she let out a small moan feeling him hard for her. "You are my big, strong husband…" She undid the top button of his jeans and reached to take him into her soft hand.

Peeta groaned, the sound echoing through the small bridge tunnel. She was really good at that.

"It'll be quick," she promised as her lips traveled along his jawline before brushing against his dry lips. "Don't you miss being inside me? Feeling me wrapped around your cock, warm and wet, while we fuck?" Her smoky eyes looked up at his lust-glazed blues. "I know I do."

Any coherent thought he had was lost and Peeta found himself pressing Katniss gently against the wall. He sank down before her as his hands went to each side of her hips.

"Let's get this baby out of you," he told her as his hands went to the waistband of her maternity leggings.

He could already smell her arousal and his mouth watered at the thought of his cock being caressed in her throbbing, soaked sheath…

"SIR, STEP AWAY FROM THE WOMAN!"

Peeta looked to the entrance of the tunnel where a park cop was rushing towards them. He stood up, his hand quickly doing up his pants.

"Officer, this is my wife," Peeta informed the man.

The older officer looked between both of them. "Show me your identification."

They quickly scrambled to get their ID's out, Peeta from his Gucci wallet and Katniss from her small Kate Spade wristlet which she had stolen from Johanna.

The officer looked at their ID's for a moment with his flashlight before turning his eyes suspiciously at them.

Looking at Katniss, he put his flashlight to her face. "Your last name isn't the same as his."

"We just got married two months ago," Katniss said with a grimace. "Kind of a quick ceremony while my sister and Dad were in town." She put a hand to her back. "And, I haven't had time to go get it changed with the baby due at any moment."

Peeta peered at her in the dimness of the tunnel. "Babe, are you okay?"

Katniss shook her head. "No." There was a splash onto the concrete right in-between her legs. "Now, I'm really not fine."

Grabbing his wife's hand, Peeta began to pull her towards the tunnel opening. "We have to get to the hospital—"

"Sir, I did not say you could leave," the officer said angrily, his voice reaching a nasally pitch that grated on Katniss' ears and she let out a groan. "You exposed yourself in Central Park—"

"My wife is in labor!" Peeta yelled as he got in the officer's face. "Get the hell out of the way!"

"Sir, you will have to stay until I finish writing your citation—"

The punch was swift and effective, breaking the man's nose, and rendering him unconscious.

"Did you kill him?" Katniss asked as she walked over the prone body.

"No, I just gave us enough time to grab a taxi!" Peeta replied as he guided her out of the tunnel and into the sunshine. "Let's go!"

New York Presbyterian Hospital

Nurse Delly Cartwright loved working in the maternity ward. She had always enjoyed working with children and she was with them at the most pivotal part of their lives.

The beginning.

As she began her shift, Delly went through the patient list, checking on the women whom she was in charge of for the day.

Suddenly, a note caught her eyes. "There's someone in the suite?"

One of the newer nurses nodded her head over to the doorway where a tall, dark-skinned officer stood outside the door.

Suddenly, the door opened and a nurse rushed out—a bedpan flying out the door along with her. The nurse looked into the room once more before rushing down the opposite hallway in tears.

"Oh, wow," Delly muttered. "Who's in there?"

"Mrs. Mellark is actually really nice," the nurse, a young man with a sweet smile, informed her. "However twenty minutes ago—her epidural wore off. Then, there's—"

A handsome blond-haired man burst out into the hallway followed by a police officer holding an ice pack to his nose.

"You're under arrest!" The injured officer yelled in a high-pitched, aggravating voice.

"I understand that!" The man responded in a booming voice. "My wife is in labor and you barging into our room is not helping! Go ahead and have me arrested—after she gives birth. But, for now get the fuck away from me before I break something else of yours that can't be repaired!"

The policeman who had been outside the door went his comrade as Delly squared her shoulders and approached the men.

"Cool off," the officer said gently to the injured officer. "Go to your precinct and fill out your incident report. I will make the arrest when they're finished."

"But, it's my arrest!" The other officer whined.

"Officers," Delly found herself interjecting. "You're upsetting my patient." She looked into the open door of the room where the blond man was holding the hand of a sweaty but very beautiful, raven-haired woman. "I will have to file a report against you if you do anything that might cause harm. I suggest you leave—for now."

The officer with the ice pack to his nose nodded curtly before rushing to the elevators across from them.

"Thank you, ma'am." She looked over at the officer beside her. He gave her a handsome smile. "I never know how to handle the overinflated ones." He held his hand out to her. "Officer Moore—Cinna Moore."

She took his hand and gave it a quick shake. "Nurse Delly Cartwright."

"The Mellarks seem really nice so I was hoping I would be able to deter him," Cinna informed her. "I have orders, however, to wait until after the birth to arrest Mr. Mellark."

Delly looked at the couple, who were now swapping kisses. "What exactly were they doing?"

Cinna laughed softly. "Trying to get that baby out—in Central Park."

Her eyes widened and she held in a smile.

"HOLY SHIT! CONTRACTION!"

Mrs. Mellark was now gripping her husband's hand as he let out a silent scream.

Delly winked at the cute officer. "I think that they're going to be an interesting couple to work with."

Seven Hours Later…

"And then, Daddy said 'So do you want what they have—just our better, more badass version?'" Katniss spoke softly to her daughter as Delly walked into the room. "Then, Mommy said yes and we celebrated with lots of—" The woman stopped, her cheeks going red. "—chocolate."

"Chocolate?" Delly said as she went to Katniss' chart at the end of the bed. "Is that what the cool kids call it now?"

"What exactly am I supposed to say to her?" Katniss asked with a grin. "That we celebrated by nailing each other so hard that we both had to ice our groins the day after?"

"You have a few years to work on the story," Delly retorted with a grin. "Cinna just brought Peeta down to their squad car but he assured me that he wouldn't put Peeta in a cell. Just make sure that the bail gets down there."

"My cousin is already on it," the new mother said. "So did you get Cinna's number?"

Delly blushed before pulling out a folded Post-It. "He gets off the same time that I do."

Katniss snorted as she adjusted the little bundle in her arms. "That's what she said."

The new mother leaned down to tenderly kiss her daughter's forehead.

Delly's eyes welled at the sight. "So what are you naming her?"

Katniss' eyes remained on her daughter, her smile soft as she responded.

"Megan."

*Before you ask, Johanna and Katniss are actually third cousins so their kids hooking up wouldn't be too bad…though Haymitch is totally against it.